Okay. I appear to have stabilized. Most depressive symptoms are gone. I'm still pretty lonely though. Though I was impressed by being able to will myself out of crushing on someone I shouldn't have. Very handy skill. Work could be worse, I just feel like I'm not really accomplishing much because the computers keep crashing and programs don't do ( Read more... )

Aaaaaaand I'm crashing. Hard. Depression's back, so are the panic attacks, multiple ones each day. I have no friends. Things with roomates appeared to be working out at first, but now are only reinforcing the reasoning behind my undergraduate strategy of keeping a clean divide between my academic and personal lives. I put so much energy into hiding ( Read more... )

They may not have a Haven, but this down does have Rocky. It was fun. Some classic callback lines were still there, some were different. There was also a distinctly DC flavor to the house variations. For example, "describe Amherst College" as a precursor to "a hunting lodge for rich wierdos" was replaced by "describe the White House". And of course ( Read more... )

This will most likely be my last entry from Massachusetts in a long while. Early morning drive through unknown parts ahead. Here goes nothing.

I'm graduating and doing it in style. 3.7 GPA for my final semester. The best I've ever done. Dean's List material. Seems kind of pointless now. I still need to work on that whole "taking pride in my accomplishments" thing. Tomorrow should be....busy ( Read more... )

Everyone is leaving for Rites. Brakes are fucked up on the car. I leave in a week. I hate being here. No thinking, no moving, no noise, no emotion. It feels like drowning. It feels like death. I will miss this place, but I need to leave. I can't revert to who I was back then. I can't do it.

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I'm done. ^_^

Dear Jesus Christ fucking Batman on a pogo stick, I want to be done with this. Fuck Latex. Fuck Comcol. Fuck the po-lice. Fuck your mom (for stress relief). So sleepy and stressed and addicted to Metalocalypse. Fuck your mom again. Just for good measure.
Up, up and AWAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Feeling much better now. Most of the angst is out of my system. Four years of college has bestowed upon me the ability to write a four page paper on the Troubles in Northern Ireland whilst completely drunk. Yes, I was productive last night. :P Now to type it and stuff. If all goes well, I should be done as an undergraduate by Wednesday night. Then ( Read more... )

That 12 (13 actually) page paper is mostly finished. Just needs a bibliography. Yayy ( Read more... )